pain hurt and buried me to the ground, the
scatter hope of my dream birth the beginning
of my tomb; the hyperbole of waiting to the
endless touch and passion of my longing
suck my finger into the dungeon of the
spirited darkness, iam waiting to face my time;
hold me not to damn my poison in the taste
of your hand, trembling like a emptied heart
touches my spirit of wish, i quest
temp lost my tie and brings me to the highest sky
receive no not my tears iam loosing my grip, put
my lonely heart in the clear heaven and show me
the deeming light that you past bye
come my dear heart and hope that, the pointless
journey regret no return and the light had showed
me the lasting memory of your stay
me, the shadow of today has just return in your
faceless stay of the moment i lay.......
as usual, the poem says a lot. i am amazed by the evolution of your thoughts. continue writing my friend, the world of literature needs you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your lines had made me feel to each word of it, which I can easily relate to. Great flow and rich craft.